When Will The Complacency End?

12 July 2022

The British. Famously polite. Queuing. Saying “sorry”. Getting brutally fucked up the arse by the government while occasionally complaining to co-workers and Facebook friends.

I’m sick to the fucking end of this complacency. I’m sick of my complacency.

Why didn’t the French population of the late 1700s simply vote more? If only they had podcasts back then, that would’ve done the trick with a lot less bloodshed.

I lived in France for a year during the Gilet Jaunes protests, those snail eating, chain smoking, work-shy metrosexuals know a thing or to about fucking off the complacent. It’s a real shame that such a large portion of the population want to throw Algerians in the Seine or bring about the Fourth Reich. Also, they dress like shit.

Inflation. Austerity. Poverty. Food banks. Military aid. The cunts in Parliament will subject a country on its knees to austerity measures while giving their spouses pay rises. A government in shambles is surprisingly good at raping the working class for all their worth. It’s an odd balance between buffoonery and pure evil. It’s criminal and the harsh truth is that the only way out now is the collapse of Capitalism brought about by revolution. Not voting. Not campaigning. By simply killing them. End of.

Can someone make a pastel-coloured Instagram post for the shit-libs already so they get the fucking point? I’m sure there’s at least one flat vector illustration of a guillotine on Shutterstock.

At least the American politicians fuck kids in pizza shops, that’s somewhat interesting. British politicians are just boring evil. If Clinton is Hannibal Lecter then Johnson is…well Robert Maxwell, maybe? This analogy doesn’t work, still we press on. It’s staying in.

I wish this was a rallying call. But it isn’t. I’m also too lazy to do anything other than complain – I just wish I could channel my dissatisfaction into anything other than a rant but what am I going to do? Commit Jihad at Number 10? Maybe if I draw a picture of the Prophet Muhammed on that big black door or screened Nymphomaniac Vol 2* in the dining room someone else could do it for me.

So, what now? I’m lucky (to a certain extent) to have a comfortable job and a flat. The amount of tax I pay on tobacco alone should entitle me to social housing, but I’ll happily let maybe 3 or 4 mothers who can’t feed their kids skip the queue – look at that; a call back to the first paragraph. God, I’m clever.

*An obscure reference to a very funny Facebook post from “Antifa Watch” in which a grown man thinks an arthouse cinema is an Antifa base and describes the films being screened as Marxist. Films such as Battle Royale, and Nymphomaniac Vol 2 (directed by ironic Hitler sympathiser Lars Von Trier). Their hatred had nothing to do with the mixed-race sex scene, I promise.